Brave And Like A Stag Lock Antlers Poem by M. A Heathcote

Love must have an answer to everything.
Now, look. Crying, what good does that do you?
If you fill a well of deep despairing
It'll seep into every avenue.
Sure--enough, your heart will require sutures.
To stem its blackened blood, frothing mouth.
So, be brave and, like a stag, lock antlers.
With the world, be -like deserts - almost drought:
Let cactus flowers open to the sun.
Let your heart and soul be one joyous thorn.
Stabbing life, like a small kitten, smitten.
Somewhat with its ball of lamb's wool; careworn.
Love must have an answer to everything.
Else, what's the point of us … All this bleeding?